Quotes About Confession

Yet I murdered the lighthouse keeper, Botho August, and that is an equal part of how I think about myself.

The United States has a system of taxation by confession.

The purpose of confessing our sins is not to render us miserable by simply reminding us what great sinners we are. It is to remind us of what a great Savior we have.

We may need to learn how to lament and weep before the Lord and recognize our sins and those of our fellow Christians that have caused God to depart from our midst. In the midst of the pain of our lamentation, however, our confidence may yet be placed in God's faithfulness. As

I made up my mind to tell Joe about what was going on at home after the funny business about Molly's letter. As I went to sleep I imagined myself telling Joe even about the the funny marble feeling that came over me from time to time. Then I remembered a lot of the whopping lies I had told Joe about my mother and father.

What exactly he would say, I couldn't imagine, but I felt sure that as soon as I had actually got everything off my chest, I wouldn't have to worry any more.

Marriage is a ghastly public confession of a strictly private intention.

Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

His fellow monks carried him back to his cell and laid him on the hard cot that had been his bed for the last twenty years. He was an old man now and there was nothing to be done. His eyes had the cold sheen of death. A brother went to fetch the abbot so that the old fellow might make his last confession.

Who do you say that I am?" "You are the Christ." And we will confess. And we will do it joyously. And the world will snarl at us. And they will hate us the more. They will belittle us and say we are a bunch of kooks and idiots and antiquated fools. And we, like the apostles punished for speaking the name of Jesus in Jerusalem, will suffer with joy, and we will shout it all the louder. "There is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.

Recalling and confessing our sin is like taking out the garbage: once is not enough.

Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill. And in caged reformation, one wanders aimless still. The rafters now a recollection of sacred suppression. How the morning dawn strikes mourning confession. Now Death yields a harvest of the living masses. We walk toward its path no earthly power surpasses.

The transformative novelist J. K. Rowling has confessed to having "a distinct lack of motivation at university," her undistinguished record the result of spending "far too long in the coffee bar writing stories and far too little time at lectures.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules? Clara: Because I love you.

Regret, to no end, in every hour Of a long life. What beautiful work Will redeem the heartbeats of a living creature And what use to confess deeds that last forever?

If I was president of the Slime Committee, I'd make it easier to come clean about shit. If coming clean is what you're supposed to do, then it should be made more fucken accessible, I say.

I don't hold a lot to the vest. I'm a bit of an open book, as anyone who knows me would contest. Confess? Attest? There's the word I'm looking for!

True atonement isn't the periodic shaving of karmic stubble via confessional; it requires deep, truthful change. It means doing the hardest thing of all: not making the same stupid mistake again.

When you make a mistake and the devil comes and tells you 'You're no good,' you don't have to take on the guilt and condemnation he wants to put on you. No! You can immediately confess your mistake to God, thank Him for forgiving you and cleansing you with the blood of Jesus, and move forward in the victory of His grace and forgiveness.

How did you persuade the countess to confess so quickly?" she asked. "I would have thought she would have held out for days. I would have thought she would rather die than admit anything—" "I'm afraid that was the choice I gave her." Her eyes widened. "Oh," she whispered. -Lillian & Marcus

You need to tell me the truth," Griff said. "I'm starting to feel like a puppet in my own life." "I had to get an abortion. The next day," Luna said.

I thought I should be the one to tell you," Sam said. "Sorry. It's not like you were the most faithful husband

I'd already decided you were mine, You just didn't know it yet

without telling him what I don't want to tell him. What I have to tell him.